Current to the North

On the Gobi Desert, Lu Shen manages a 1GW photovoltaic power station. He is a calculating project manager, selfish, mean, and believes that everything in the world can fit into a form. The sound of artillery at the border has not yet reached his ears. He is more concerned about performance and final payment. Until a cold command from the dispatch center, the entire station shut down. No explanation, no return date. He was forced to stay, not because he was brave, but because he had nowhere to go. Behind the mountains to the north, heavy helicopters flew close to the ridges. From Lao Mu's shortwave radio, a word he didn't understand came intermittently. This blue ocean composed of ten thousand silent mirrors is being dragged step by step towards the center of the storm. And Lu Chen was still thinking about how to ask Party A for an extra sum of labor wages.